In pre-fabs, Nissen Huts and terraced slums,

Exhausted marriages plodded along.

Intrigues of passion would sometimes burst forth,

Though not with the new-wave cool of the North.

‘I don’t understand what she sees in him;

He couldn’t get the padlock off his bike.’

Bomb damage gnawed into the local pubs

And trysts took place behind working men’s clubs.

Couples stole ...

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The Old Kent Road

Roman Way

the Dover Road

running straight as a do or die

first step to success

on a monopoly board

coloured brown the dirty sod

at the end of town.

It is the road that hints of abroad

the road that stood the weight of the horde

of Romans on their foraging way

where Bricklayers Arms

terminus for railway goods

rubbed shoulders with

the...

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